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As the poster used say, "Life is what happens when you're making other plans." Back when I graduated from high school (yes, we had them back in the Stone Age), I would have predicted that by now I would be a practicing veterinarian in Montana, ranching on the side, with five or six grown kids and at least a few grandkids. Hmmm. Well, it hasn't quite worked out that way, but it has been quite a ride, anyway.
Veterinarian? Couldn't grasp calculus. Ranching? Well, I do own a third of one with plans to buy the rest as a personal 401k, but we have it leased out and I've been in Alaska since 1981. I have, at various times and places and, occasionally, simultaneously, been a rancher, laborer, carpenter, truck driver, paramedic, firefighter, soldier, heavy equipment mechanic, counselor, human services program director, roustabout, roughneck, miner, deputy sheriff and, for the last several years, a safety professional in both mining and the oilfield.
Kids? Have two, both grown, plus two grown stepkids. Grandkids? Five step-grandchildren and one grandson. One ex-wife, who, thank the powers that be, lives 200+ miles away from both the kids and me.
Regrets? None to speak of. As I said, it's been quite a ride and I have enjoyed most of it.